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Ghost Gun

Ghost Gun Officer Smart from Oxymoron Was called to school one day Johnny pee pants raised his hands He was about to pray Teacher yelled, “He’s got a gun!” The cop shot Johnny dead ….Then read him his rights…. Years were spent on investigations In hopes of finding a clue The judge had called it a “Suicide” Nothing else is new Society went along for the ride Thank goodness only one child died Officer Smart from Oxymoron Still searches the school today Preventing crimes and looking for fingers Loaded and ready to fire A lesson can be learned from this That is, where not to pray Do it in church Or else you’ll be cursed By the guns of the Holy Ghost ire

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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